[Zhongyingmei] The style of the game is wrong

The moon climbed into the Gotham sky and was covered by thick clouds again.

Bruce drove through the twilight, and with the three cubs in Superhero commemorative shirts, drove to the right way home amidst the search of the headlights.

The scenery outside the car window receded quickly.

After Jason returned to Gotham Central Park with Damian and Dorothy, he went to buy superhero commemorative shirts before picking up the dolls of Damian's super partner, and put them on each of them.

He took the opportunity to replace the red hood uniform, and hid it in his all-purpose bag alone.The rest of the changed clothes were stuffed into bags and thrown into Bruce's trunk.

As soon as Jason got into the car, he spread back, occupying the middle of the back row, with his shoulders resting on the backrest.Damian and Dorothy sat on either side of him, surrounded by dolls.

And Jason, who occupies a large space and proudly crosses his legs, is like a proud king bossing around the children.

——Well, it’s actually the triumphant kid king.

But it is undeniable that they are like a family of four returning from shopping.

Dorothy's pony-sized Pony figure enjoys co-pilot honors, and Batman and Robin figures are in the pony's arms.It has to be said that even the dolls have families, even though their territory is only one seat.

With his head resting on his arms, Jason said lazily, "Bruce, are you too slow?"

Bruce took control of the steering wheel without changing his face: "Because I just completed a great masterpiece."

"Of course, let's put a preview first." Bruce winked playfully in the rearview mirror, making sure that the three people in the back row could see clearly, "The feature film must be the finale."

Dorothy put down the mobile phone she was playing with and asked in surprise, "Really?"

Bruce made a joke, and repeated: "Before the feature film starts, let us have a little suspense."

Dorothy put her face in her hands and moaned in disappointment, "Well, I can't wait."

Except Dorothy giggled and made a face in the rearview mirror.Jason secretly rolled his eyes unmoved, and turned his gun on Damian: "Look, Damian is too happy to speak."

"Bruce, coax your little son, he's going to throw a tantrum."

"Shut up, Todd."

Damian, who was driven to the back by Jason from the passenger seat, turned his head and lay down in front of the car window. He had made up his mind not to give even a single glance to his brother who was giving his mind.

But provocation is not one of them.

Jason seemed to have picked up the gunpowder: "What's the matter? Little one?"

"Are you mad Bruce didn't bring you home from Lost Children in time?"

Damian glared at him sharply. If he had Superman's hot gaze, Bruce might be about to lose his caring son who could recognize his back even in ashes.

Jason didn't care at all. If the devil bastard didn't stare at him one day, he would probably tie up his little brother and go to the hospital to see his brain.

He threw Dick out with a few sentences, showing a smile that wanted to see a good show: "I have to praise Dick, he took a good photo."

"You're actually quite cute."

Of course Damian would not forget where he met Dick, his little face turned dark instantly.

Dorothy poked her head curiously, and moved closer to Jason: "What photo?"

"A solo photo of Damian sitting on a chair playing with balloons," Jason glanced at Damian, "I can send you if you want."

Compared with Dorothy next to Jason, there are two small dolls between Damian and Jason, enough to fit a Bruce.

"Excuse me," Bruce interrupted with the air of a worried parent about the babies, preventing the family fight from starting. "You guys have to make sure you don't sneak around next time."

This "you" includes Jason who also doesn't obey orders.

Dorothy raised her head and stretched out her paws, and gave a cute military salute nondescriptly: "Understood!"

Understand but disagree.

There was a section of the road that was in disrepair for a long time.Although the modified luxury car has excellent shock absorption and almost feels nothing abnormal, Bruce still feels that the Gotham reconstruction plan should be accelerated.

For example, fill the camera.

"And, Dad, I'm sorry. I wronged you."

Dorothy stood up and leaned forward, holding on to the handle.Resting her little head on the back of the chair, she stroked Bruce's hair, which felt good to the touch.

Jason who took everything into his eyes: Why do I feel like a devil boy is masturbating Titus?

Then he heard Dorothy go on: "I'm with you, brave enough to say no to Batman."

Prince Dorothy will always be Princess Bruce's strongest backing.

Dorothy, who just got a Spider brand pen barrel, patted her small chest and said that this matter was left to her.

I wonder how Peter's new manuscript is going?thought Dorothy.

Bruce from Princess Skin Evil Godson: ...This may be a little difficult.

Bruce thought calmly, he had to figure out a way to get this out of the way.In the rearview mirror, Jason was already laughing unabashedly.

"My God, little Dorothy," Jason said sincerely, "how did you come up with such a brilliant idea?"

Dorothy turned her head and explained to Little Wing.

Her focus was on the misunderstanding, while Jason's own focus was on the Daily Bugle making a fortune.

Jason, who was busy with "delivering couriers" and "catching kids", hadn't had time to see the newspapers that were going crazy in Gotham.The poor literary boy suddenly realized that this seemed like a good opportunity to make some extra money.

He had a stack of pictures of Bruce in his hand.

— No, just kidding, maybe he can knock the old bat for a buck.

When the old father saw Jason's thoughtful appearance, he secretly thought that something was wrong, but on the surface he cleverly changed the subject.

"Anyway, it's just speculation, don't worry about it," Bruce said briskly, "Dick and Tim are here, why don't we watch a movie together."

"Wayne Manor has a movie room big enough."

Big enough to accommodate Big Bat and his ever-growing number of birdies.

Jason raised his eyebrows when he heard this: "Family movie night, great idea."

"Yes! Good idea!" Dorothy nodded, raising her claws to agree with Jason.

Even if the old man's methods of coaxing the children were as old-fashioned as his lines, Jason had to say, it worked.

No, no, he didn't mean that he was moved—well, a little bit.

Damian was a little moved, Jason dared to swear.He could find the change in his mood from Damian's unchanging smelly face.

The gate of Wayne Manor is looming.

Bruce noticed that something was wrong with Damian, and he asked aloud, "Damian, why don't you speak?"

Jason was the first to speak, and said with a smirk, "He may have fallen into a deep memory."

"For example, when you drove him back last time..."

The sudden attack interrupted Jason, who exclaimed, "Oh, kid, can you learn from Titus, he doesn't bite!"

Sure enough, as Jason said, both Dick and Tim have rushed back.

When Alfred served the plate, everyone was seated one after another.

"Thank you, Dad, I love it so much!" Dorothy's voice came faintly from the stairwell, followed by footsteps.

Dorothy said goodbye to Bruce cheerfully and went into the dining room.Jason followed behind her, with his hands in his pockets and a candy cane in his mouth.He looked at Bruce behind him with complicated emotions.

He should have thought of it earlier, Jason chewed the candy in his mouth indifferently, Bruce never failed to coax girls.

A crunching sound came out of his mouth.

Oh great masterpiece!

Dorothy's bedroom was successfully restored.Not only did the destroyed wall look brand new, but there was even an extra painting—a happy family portrait painted by Bruce himself.

Bright colors, fast drying kind.

The portraits of the seven people were inserted in beautifully decorated picture frames and hung on the wall.

Dorothy, who went back to her room to play My Little Pony, screamed as soon as she opened the door, and then twittered all the way to express that she liked it very much.

Oh, praise to the omnipotent Batman.

Jason kicked the chair away and sat down. He said seriously, "Have you seen the picture drawn by Bruce?"

"Honestly, not as pretty as Dorothy's."

The daddy filter is fully activated.

Tim thinks back on Dorothy's abstract art style and almost knocks over the coffee cup under his chin.

Tim, who couldn't speak against his will, was silent, and he gestured to Little Wing with his eyes: ... are you serious?

"So," Tim heard Jason add the next sentence, "how about we take another picture."

"Just today, when Bruce finishes his work."

Tim immediately kicked the previous idea into outer space: "Indeed, I agree."

President Drake, who was covered with a small blanket, didn't change his face: "Bruce's drawing skills need to be improved."

Bruce has something to do, and he hasn't come down from the study.The elder Bruce snatched the gold coins and stained family portraits that the dad pail snatched from Dorothy.

So, the world is always a cycle.

Without Bruce in the middle, the two cubs are now sitting side by side.

It was at the dinner table that Dorothy felt most lively, and it was always on this occasion that most of the togetherness took place.

Holding the small soup spoon, she scooped up a spoonful of hot sweet soup, blew it around her mouth, and waited for the heat to dissipate before drinking it in one gulp.

Looking around, he quickly reached out and picked out the cauliflower from the bowl, scooped it up with a spoon and placed it on Damian's plate.

Damian glanced at her, but said nothing.

"Eat more, little D."

It would be great to have a little brother who likes to eat vegetarian food, Dorothy thought happily.

After a while, there was a mountain of vegetables on the plate in front of Damian, and there was even a cookie — thanks from Dorothy.

Jason stared at it silently for a moment, then he decided to speak: "I think you should eat more, Dorothy."

He broke off a piece of bread and stuffed it into his mouth, and picked up the dish and pushed it towards Dorothy.Jason stopped and stared at little Dorothy who was eating, the information revealed in his gaze was self-evident.

"Oh—" Dorothy stuffed edible grass into her mouth limply.

Obviously, the little birds who were running around were intoxicated in enjoying the wonderful atmosphere of brothers and sisters.

Tim also noticed it, and Tim, who is good at precision strikes, deliberately asked: "Damian, did Robin Bird become a ball?"

"Oh, I mean, the balloon tied to the requisition."

"Don't look at me, what Dick said, I'm just a story middleman, and I'll pass it on to you."

"Also, leave your plate alone."

The vegetables on Damian's plate were pitifully poked and twisted together.But he stared at it for a while, then picked up the plate - poured it straight into his mouth.

Dorothy held the milk—she even added two cubes of sugar—and finally asked her doubts: "By the way, you didn't go to work, Dick?"

"Uh," Dick, who was caught off guard and still in a daze, scratched his head and said, "I'm on a plainclothes mission."

He still doesn't know that he is being sold for the second time.

"It can be regarded as a business trip back to Gotham."

In the afternoon, Dick was sent to Gotham by the Bludhaven Police Department to perform a plainclothes mission, the kind of stay.

The Brudhaven Police Department - or Nightwing - cracked a child trafficking case that turned out to be a premeditated and organized crime operation.Following this line, people smuggling criminal groups were involved.

A dense and huge criminal network surfaced, which is shocking and involves a lot.

It also has something to do with Britain on the other side of the ocean. Some children were abducted from Britain.At present, relevant parties in the UK are sending people to investigate, and they are currently flying in the Atlantic Ocean.

It might be an international event.

The vigilante's keen sense told Dick Grayson that there might be a big secret buried in it, so when Brudhaven sent someone to Gotham to help, he volunteered.

It's easy, after all, it looks like a death mission.The rest of the people were a little bit evasive.

Seriously, when Dick heard Tim say that Damian lost Dorothy, his heart nearly stopped.

Fortunately, it was the two brats who were making the fuss.

As for the night shift at Bludhaven, he had a new laborer, and Dick was very pleased with that, and he believed that the criminals at Bludhaven would be quite satisfied too.

Damian put the fork on the table, and there was a crisp sound between the bumps.

He pushed away the chair and stood up, with a cold face: "I'm full."

Then waved to the dog in the corner: "Titus!"

The black Great Dane came at the sound, pushed away the food box, jumped up and rushed towards Damian.

As he passed Dorothy, he stopped for a moment so that the little girl could pinch his ears.

Dorothy chased Damian and asked, "Where are you going? Little D?"

"Go to a quiet place worth staying." Damian didn't look back, "The noisy IQ basin is not conducive to people's physical and mental health."

Tim calmly appeased Dorothy and translated: "Go for a walk with the dog, let me release my excess energy."

Jason was bitter about Damian biting him in the car: "Please tell Titus to teach him: don't bite."

Dick poked Tim and teased, "It seems that he really listened to your advice."

"I mean go for a walk with the dog or something."

On the day Dorothy comes home, Tim makes two proposals.One is to establish a lost children agency, and the other is to sincerely suggest that Damian go for a walk with his dog to release his energy.

Facts have proved that President Drake's proposal is feasible, and all of the above have been realized.

By analogy, this proves that Tim will always be a reliable little brother.

"Would you like to listen to my advice to you?" Reliable Tim patted back Dick's hand that was trying to tear his blanket away, "Leave the cookie, or you won't be able to fly."

A small blanket is almost the standard equipment of President Drake after coffee.

"You're not a fat balloon after all."

The laughing Dick shrugged and turned to Dorothy.

He had noticed Dorothy from the moment she came in, with the cute black cat ears printed on her Super England commemorative shirt.

Dicky Bird, who cares about the healthy growth of children and family harmony, thinks this is a good opportunity.For example, solve Dorothy's misunderstanding about Batman.

Someone always needs to give way first.Let's be honest, an optimist like Dick has little hope of staying in the vest forever.

"Dorothy, is that Batman on your shirt?"

He didn't know that this sentence was still extremely optimistic.

Dorothy immediately dispelled his unrealistic to optimistic naive delusions.

"No."

Not batman, but the famous catman.

The little celebrity here refers to—daring to snatch criminals under the hands of Batman, from appearance to lines, from turning around to aura, copying Batman.This is how the boss introduced Dorothy.

"But you're still eating Bat's cookies," Dickie pointed sadly.

Dorothy held the jam jar and drizzled chocolate sauce over her share of cookies, smearing Batman's lines crookedly.

Hearing this, Dorothy stopped her movements and tilted her head to look at Dickie. She didn't quite understand Dickie's doubts.

She blinked and kindly explained, "Yeah, so I'm going to eat it."

After she finished saying this, she grabbed the cookie and bit it down, making a creaking sound.

Jason, who was sitting at the end of the table, couldn't help laughing out loud, and then he tensed up, imitating Dorothy's movements and making Batman cookies.

He was serious: "Yes, eat him."

If you ignore the inexplicable curvature of the corner of his mouth, his face is indeed serious.

Dorothy swallowed the last mouthful and wiped her mouth: "I'm going to play with little D!"

After turning around and taking a few steps, she stopped again, imitating Dick and asking her little doubts: "Little Wing? How did you find me?"

"Well, let me think about it," Jason pretended to think about it, "because I grabbed the little wings on top of your head."

"No matter where you go, I can bring you back."

"...Okay." Dorothy ran over to give Jason a hug, and smiled, "But I don't have little wings on my head this time."

Tim stared at his second brother strangely.

Finally Jason couldn't take it anymore: "What's wrong with you?"

Tim considered it and said, "I thought of a terrifying possibility."

Jason was puzzled: "What? Is your head filled with coffee or is it covered by a blanket?"

Tim said stiffly: "...Tell me, you didn't sew the little wings on Dorothy's clothes."

Jason was at a loss: ...it seems...is... right?

The long silence said everything.

Tim took a sip of coffee calmly: "You win."

Dick, who had succeeded in the raid, put his arms around Little Wing's neck from behind: "Would you like to give Little D a fix too?"

"It's the anti-lost little wing that 'sees you at a glance'."

He happily dreamed with one-liners: "I don't want to go all over Gotham to catch little D."

"And, oh my, it's absolutely adorable!" Dick said with a dreamy look on his face.

Tim interjects, putting down his coffee: "Shut up, Dickie Bird. You're sickening me."

Jason was ruthless like a vicious stepmother: "No, I'll just tie a rope around the neck of the devil cub."

"Then grab him a meter away from Dorothy!"

He was heartbroken to see Dorothy walking away, and said with a heavy tone, "How prescient I am, it's a pity Brucey ruined everything!"

He actually asked the devil boy to make up lessons for Dorothy.

When Dick started to retort, Jason interrupted him, and said maliciously: "Dicky bird, do you know that your son took your phone away?"